The Distant Summer
The rot in Bjorn Odden’s left knee was a mechanical failure, a grinding of calcium against calcium that announced itself before the pain did, a warning from a machine he had maintained for twenty years. He stood on the wet granite of the stone path, the mist of the fjord swallowing the world beyond the third boundary marker, and he knew with the cold certainty of a man who has read his own...
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